Castor was born in the city of Lux. To a blind father and sick mother.

Smith and Lily lived their entire lives in the flickering lights of the city of Lux. A city which gave them the tools they needed to survive the Great Dark.

Mother is a scavenger, while Father is her porter. They met in the slums of the city as children, an area devoid of the light save for the perimeter of flickering flames lining the walls of Lux.

Father Loves Mother, as children he began to guide her through the safe areas of the slums to reach the base of the wall. Where they sat for hours. She stared at the dim light flickering on the wall, while he was fulfilled by her company

Mother has never adapted to the dark, she spent endless days obsessing over the tiny lights on the wall, while Father obsessed equally over her.

They grew more obsessed later in life. Mother expressed interest in the city outside the slums, in which she could see clearly. While Father anguished over his lack of sight. For he only knew the slums and could never see the beauty of his obsession.

So he did all he could to stay with her. Training both his mind and body, for he was absolutely prodigious in his growth. He learned of the city proper and joined mother again in stride as they matured out of the slums and tested the city of Lux.

Mother was fascinated with the lights no longer so high up on the city wall, candles and flickering lights adorned the streets, while father continued to observe his most precious love.

She broke his heart in the city, leaving him alone in the central market she intended to vanish away from the only reminder of her time in the slums.

He left the city stumbling into the dark for 5 years before coming back a changed man. Father was radiant upon his arrival. Confidence filled the man as no footsteps were misplaced and he walked with a head held high intent upon one thing.

While he was gone mother maintained the lights in the city proper. With such diligence and focus that many tended to avoided the obsessed woman.

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He arrived before her and stared Into her, blind as he was. Father was blind but he had seen her every day clearly in his journey. He was back and would never leave her again.

She never looked at him.

It took another 3 months before he was able to wedge himself into her life. Constantly standing for hours on end watching her work was how many in the city came to find out about the nature of this odd duo.

His actions romanticized and his journey a subject of mystery, while She became an object of disdain. For ignoring the devoted man she was pressured by everyone to allow this stranger back into her life.

Fathers life revolved around her, and mothers life revolved around sharing the light with others. They worked together to bring light to the slums and were regarded as hero’s.

There was no room for a hero in the city of Lux.

The council decided their fate. Citing fathers journey in the Great Dark and mothers desire to provide light to others. To assign them an expansion plan for the city, which was impossible to complete.

A 20th of the cities supply of lighting materials was lost in an attack on the cargo trains from the horrors of the dark.

Father Protected only mother and their failure to save the precious resources or people stripped them of all former dignity.

They were forced to scavenge.

Outside the city and in the Great Dark the spent years trying to find enough materials to restore their previous life.

Mother was even farther from the lights of the city than she ever was before, and she almost went mad for it. It was in this weakness that Father took advantage, he used his share of the scavenged loot as her porter to buy her a precious light.

Receiving the small but enduring flame caused mother to really look at him for the first time in over 5 years.

2 years after that they had me, just before paying off their debt she became pregnant. Father spent all he had saved to make sure she was safe and healthy.

He refused to let her scavenge in the Great Dark any longer and stopped her from even leaving their small house in the slums. For fear that she leave once more.

Coming into a position of power in the slums with his brilliance, he ensured her safety, but also her isolation from the subject of her obsession. As his desire for her love reached an apex.

In a room with no flames she lived as she became weaker. Appealing to him for light, but she was not given it.

She was forced to adapt to the dark.

Castor was born, and Lily’s obsession died.

Lily was sick, broken, and would not react to any of the wispy lights being thrust before her by a tear stained Smith.

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So Caster sat there as a baby, a future genius for whom the sun was visible in all its glory.

And it shined, Just. For. Him.